The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 12: Little lotus is showing sharp corners

　　 has been two years.

　　 Every time Jingjiu arrives in a city, he will have a hot pot meal.

　　 Zhao Layue doesn’t ask, doesn’t mean she doesn’t think about it.

　　 Jing Jiu did not answer her question.

　　Because now, he doesn't know if he wants to see that person in the hot pot restaurant, or if it has become a habit.

　　 There was a melody suddenly, and Ding Dong was like spring water, falling in my ears, resounding in my heart, very clear.

　　The music is very beautiful, but this is a hot pot restaurant, and I feel uncoordinated in any way, even if Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue are sitting in a private room.

　　 Jing Jiu put on a hat.

　　 Zhao Layue also took the hat and put it on.

　　 After passing Yuzhou, they walked more and more slowly, so the things covering their heads and faces changed from gray cloth back to hats.

　　 Later, the people facing them died, so until now, the portrait of Qingtianji is still what they looked like when they were in Baoshuju.

　　 The door of the room opened, followed by a whisper of surprise.

　　 A girl was standing outside the house holding a pipa, very petite, her plain clothes looked a little big, and a white jasmine flower stuck in her temples, she looked very plain.

　　 Zhao Layue remembered the scene when he was on the top of Shenmo Peak, trying on the clothes of Master Jingyang, and put down a few copper coins on the table.

　　 The girl hesitated a little, walked to the table, put away the copper coins, and whispered and quickly said: "Someone wants to be against the two, please be careful."

　　 Zhao Layue said: "Look up."

　　 The girl was slightly startled, Yiyan raised her head, revealing a beautiful little face, her eyes are weak, very affectionate.

　　Zhao Layue said: "Vixie."

　　 The girl's face was slightly red, her eyes were tearful and she said: "Why are you swearing?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "It is indeed a fox."

　　He and Zhao Layue are naturally not cursing.

　　The girl confirmed that her true identity had been seen through.

　　"Where did the two fairy masters come from? Why can you see who I am?"

　　 There was a slightly fearful expression on her little face, Jasmine trembling slightly, her eyes weaker.

　　 If you know that she has a secret technique, even a strong person in the wilderness can't recognize her true face. Who knows that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue can see through it today.

　　 How did she know that Zhao Layue cultivated the body tempering with sword intent, and his eyesight was countless times sharper than that of practitioners of the same realm, and Jing Jiu didn't even mention it.

　　 Zhao Layue said: "I didn't expect Yingcheng Xiaohe to be a demon cultivator."

　　 She traveled with Jing Jiu for two years, and even if she didn't interact with people, she would always know something about the spiritual world.

　　 This girl is called Xiaohe, a well-known female sister in Yingcheng, famous for her cruelty.

　　 Two years ago, Sandu sent the Young Master because she was frivolous in words, and she was planted with flower poison.

　　 Seeing that they even called out their own names, Xiaohe no longer concealed them, and bowed to the two of them.

　　"If the two immortal masters had not killed the thieves of the Sandu faction, the thief would have been staring at me. I am a demon cultivator, and I have no sect asylum. No matter if it was Sandu who sent the head to Kunlun Sending a disciple, I can't handle it, so I sincerely thank the two immortal masters, only to warn me."

　　 Zhao Layue said: "Who?"

　　 Xiaohe said: "The Qingtian Division. It coincided with the banquet of the four seas. There were many monks who participated in this event, including the elders of Kunlun, the strong man of Daze, the eminent monk of Guocheng Temple, and the fairy master of Qingshan."

　　 Zhao Layue said: "Why do you know it is us?"

　　 Xiaohe was a little uneasy and said: "If it is inconvenient to tell, please don't ask the teacher."

　　 The room is quiet.

　　The hot pot soup boils, making a grunting sound.

　　 Xiaohe worriedly said: "Even though the two immortals have high mana, but the enemies are powerful, it is better not to stay in Haizhou."

　　 Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu and asked: "Kill?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "It's up to you."

　　 Xiaohe opened his eyes wide and looked very innocent.

　　 It took a moment for her to understand the meaning of the conversation between the two of them. She suddenly panicked, anxious and fearful, and her eyes were covered with mist, which was very pitiful.

　　"I feel pitiful when I see it." Zhao Layue said: "Or take it back with the guard?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "I will be bitten to death."

　　 Zhao Layue said: "Forget it, you can go."

　　 Xiaohe has a wide range of knowledge, but he has never seen such a weird person. He dared to stay wherever he was, and hurriedly retreated with his pipa.

　　 A plate of mussels and a plate of snails have temporarily calmed the boiling hot pot soup.

　　 Zhao Layue looked out the window.

　　The sunset glow is getting redder and red, and suddenly there is a huge shadow that invades from the direction of the sea.

　　 The huge shadow in the sky is a flying whale flying through the clouds.

　　 Accompanied by a low and melodious cry, the flying whale spewed countless sea water, which turned into raindrops.

　　 At the end of winter, Haizhou City ushered in a spring rain in advance.

　　 A rainbow appeared on the edge of the sunset, which was extremely beautiful.

　　 There was a cheer in Haizhou City.

　　 This is a grand ceremony in Xihai, welcome those monks who come from afar to participate in the banquet of the four seas.

　　Zhao Layue looked at the rainy sky and said, "Identity?"

　　 It took two years to come here. She knew that Jing Jiu would definitely not leave before seeing that person.

　　 Then how about revealing your identity? Anyway, it will be the Sword Inheritance Conference in a few days, and they will also return to Qingshan.

　　 Jing Jiu said, "No hurry."

　　 Zhao Layue retracted her gaze, looked at him and asked seriously: "How do you fight then?"

　　Along the way, they cut demons and murdered people, seeming arrogant, but in fact they are very measured.

　　 Most of the monsters and opponents Zhao Layue encountered, or the monsters and opponents Jing Jiu helped her choose, were inferior to her in realm strength.

　　 In other words: They only pick and kill opponents who are deadly.

　　Zhao Layue had a question, shouldn't the strong have a sword against the strong to get stronger and stronger?

　　 Jing Jiu's answer is: If you die with a sword once, no one can become stronger.

　　 Now Haizhou City, because of the Four Seas Banquet, many monastic powers have gathered.

　　No matter how genius the two are, the time for cultivating is limited, and it must be impossible to fight, so what should I do?

　　 Jing Jiu looked at her and asked, "Have you ever heard of a sword technique that descends from the sky?"

　　 Zhao Layue thought for a while, and said, "No."

　　……

　　……

　　 What should you do when you know that many people are looking for you?

　　Jingjiu's actions have always been simple, just like his style of chopping vegetables.

　　 He came directly to the door.

　　 is looking for the same door.

　　 The Feast of the Four Seas is about to be held. Many practitioners of sects will arrive one after another. The Xianju is already full, but naturally the residence of the Celestial Master of the Qingshan Sect will not be missing.

　　 Qingshan Sect has been friends with Daze and Guocheng Temple for generations and lives in a small courtyard.

　　The courtyard is quiet, but it's not quiet.

　　Because of that incident, the seemingly lively and festive Haizhou City feels like the mountains and rain are coming in the dark.

　　 In fact, neither Yao Songshan nor Daze’s Zuo Yushi has any interest in besieging the two so-called monsters.

　　 In their opinion, the monsters or people killed by the two people have their own way of death. And the ascetics are fighting with the fate of the destiny. They look down on life and death. Killing is too common~ IndoMTL.com~ If it weren’t for the relationship between the host of the Black Dragon Temple who was killed by those two a few days ago and the imperial concubine in the palace, Qingtian How could the Secretary be so solemn?

　　At this time, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and two people wearing hats walked in.

　　 Zuo Yu squinted his eyes slightly and said, "Who are you?"

When 　　 spoke, he was ready to attack at any time.

　　 Hat is not gray cloth, but it can also cover the head and face.

　　 Pine and fir have raised their eyebrows slightly, like a sword, as if ready to fly at any time.

　　 Feeling the fluctuating sword intent from the brother, Lin Yingliang wakes up and looks at the two people walking into the small courtyard. She is a little surprised, but not panicked, let alone fearful. She quietly held the sword with her right hand. The handle, ready to untie it at any time, silently thought that these two demon heads actually dared to come to the door, really sending them to death.

　　 a man and a woman? One tall and one short? Looking at the two people wearing hats, Yao Songshan's strange feeling became stronger and stronger.

　　 He didn't draw a sword, staring at the other person and asking: "Who are you anyway?"

　　The shorter woman didn't take off her hat, but she reached out and swiped her hand up and down in front of her twice.

　　 Songshan's expression suddenly became very weird.

　　The old monk of Guocheng Temple knew nothing more, knew nothing more, smiled and nodded in greeting, and then pulled the excited nephew back to his room.

　　 Zuo Yushi didn't know the specific situation, but he also understood something, smiled and waved his hand, and went back to his room.

　　 Songshan took the two people back to his room, Lin Yingliang followed in blankly, wondering what was going on?

　　 the door was closed, Yao Songshan looked at the two people and saluted: "Meet the two uncles."

　　 Lin Yingliang was stunned before reacting, almost silently calling out.